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Exactly 17 years ago, I first came to this spiritual paradise. I have to use the adjective spiritual because it is certainly not a physical paradise.
Nevertheless, even physically it is far better off than when I first saw it.
At that time it was a near-desert, without electricity or running water, and almost devoid of buildings. Now it is crawling with schools, welfare homes, dormitories, medical centers, small industrial plants, farm buildings, and offices.
Most of these buildings have electricity and running water—all provided by our own power plants, damns, bio-gas systems and solar cells. About 3000 of the local tribal people participate or are employed in construction, cottage industry or agricultural development projects in Ananda Nagar.
And yet, so far, the government has not helped us in the slightest.
The most impressive change, however, is in the natural environment.
It used to be a near-desert. Its small streams would run dry in the summer. Now, even in the driest time of the sweltering summer, the river is not only running, its water is deep enough for swimming.
Although in this very moment a severe drought affects all of northern India, Ananda Nagar is an oasis, full of green-leafed trees and bushes.
Rain falls at least on a semi-regular basis.
Is it because the special trees and plants here, which Baba specified for attracting rain clouds? Or the system of rivers and drainage which catches rainwater to avoid its running into the ground? Or is it some sort of special spiritual grace?
(During a reporting session:)
(A Dada walks close to Baba.)
(Baba uses one finger to touch the Dada’s anahata chakra or chest.)
(Baba touches him again.)
(As usual, throughout the last few minutes, Baba was hardly looking at anyone, even while speaking with particular persons. Now he looks very specifically at the Dada.)
Jumping cure
The Central Secretary of the Education, Relief and Welfare Section, Dada Paripurnananda, is a good friend of mine.
Recently, Baba has been very hard on him. I feel proud of Paripurnanandaji, because no matter what sort of clash Baba gives him, he seems to take it nicely. Now in the middle of a scolding, Baba’s mood suddenly shifted.
(Paripurnanandaji hesitates a moment, wondering if he understood correctly, as it seems a strange way to cure a knee problem.
Then, shrugging his shoulders in surrender, he jumps almost one meter up.)
Chapter 19b
A rain of grace
Chapter 19c
The trouble is mutual
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